I have been in only one race, the race to live
running on the streets and running on the cliffs
i have been hurt all along the way
with pain in my pocket, i was ready to pay
sweat burning my eyes while dripping down my face
was just another obstacle in this heart wrenching race
there was no time to stop nor take a deep breath
the pain killing me inside my stitched up chest...
my heart skips a beat to every deep though
my left side kills me like Ive just been shot
i never felt like running... so far away from me
i lost who i was and i can never be set free
every thing is gone, Ive ran so far away
for just one moment i want this pain to go away
legs feeling so heavy its time to drop
but no i cant, its not time to stop
every thing slows down and it come to mind
that this is my life my race and only mine
left foot broken, right one in pain
its time to end this god forsaken game
my race had ended, my time was done
i put my last bullet in this gun...
i had to end this, the pain was to severe
so the trigger was pulled back and i heard a bang in my ear...
the clock was shot, their time was to hard to bare
my pain was because of them, and they didn't even care
this race had started with only me
but fake friends and people made it harder then can be..
i though maybe friends can help me run this race
but who was i kidding, i was running it at their pace
i have learned something from these hurtful days
i hope you understand what this poem is meant to say
